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So if anyone would like a drabble, drop me a comment with a few words, a fandom, and a character.

[Fandoms of the moment: SGA, BtVS, LOM, SPN, Dark Angel, Grimm, Scrubs, (or any other you think I may be familiar with)]
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27/12/13 19:42 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
[Hockey!verse, SPN/Sherlock. Holy crap am I rusty in this verse. MERRY CHRISTMAS]

When Sherlock fakes his death after the Stanley Cup loss, there is a three month period where John’s fairly certain he’s going insane. Because he keeps seeing these pieces, these flashes of brilliance in the newspaper, in the kid on the street in oversized street hockey gear who has Sherlock’s technique down so perfectly he must have been coached. He receives two prank phone calls from fans all over the country claiming to have seen him and three different serial killers are uncovered in the United States.

He finally caves and calls Dean Winchester who answers after four rings sounding sleep weary despite the fact that it’s well past noon on the East Coast. “Watson?”

“I keep thinking I see Sherlock,” he says. “In the papers. In the news. And I know…I know you specialize in weird stuff. You’ve got to tell me if it’s possible.”

“That Sherlock Holmes is a ghost?” Dean says slowly and John wishes he’d tried to hit him just a little bit harder during the last series. “No. No I don’t think so.”

“But how do you know? Don’t you Lawrence people deal with these things all the time. And it’s not just me. There’s been sightings.”

“You have to be dead to be a ghost,” Dean says.

“Sherlock is dead.”

“Sherlock is a manipulative bastard who hates paparazzi and who got into a very public fight with Jim Moriarty before he went free agent and disappeared. He’s not dead, John. I think the ghost of Sherlock Holmes would have got my attention by now.”

The line goes silent which means either Watson has missed the dial tone or Dean has nodded off mid-sentence. The tremor in his hand is gone as he stares at the phone.

Just for a second, he lets himself hope.

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28/12/13 15:26 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] madder-badder.livejournal.com
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!